Hearse of Pancakes Atmosphere Spray

[Jenjin]

There’s still a little time to kill before the viewing… surely it wouldn’t hurt to stop for a short stack? Black coffee, syrup-drenched buckwheat cakes, and a crusty cruller for the road.

Edited September 17 by Jenjin

[bheansidhe]

SO GOOD, full stop. No hint of the hearse here. You didn't pull over for a chain breakfast. You stopped at a secret artisinal foodie's breakfast cafe where they stone-grind their own buckwheat and distill cauldrons of tree sap for house-made syrup. The boiling sweet steam perfuses the French roast.

 

I actually sweeten my coffee with sorghum molasses instead of sugar. It brings a caramelized, smoky sweetness that I swear I smell in (i)HoP. I also smell the earthy, mineralic buckwheat, a generous pour of syrup, a pinch of pie spice, and a hint of buttery fried dough. It's rich and nutty and nuanced, and I've drenched my bathroom in it. It's not like any of the other "foodie" blends I can recall - it fits with the medieval vibes of Labors of the Months.

Edited September 9 by bheansidhe

[Invidiana]

This is a breakfast to die for. It reminds of me of those times when I've stayed at a hotel and used it as an excuse to grab everything semi-forbidden for breakfast, especially a fluffy stack of syrup-drenched, butter-slathered pancakes, except the syrup here isn't the imitation stuff but that elusive dark maple syrup you can really only find at farmers' markets a way off. The steaming mug of black coffee next to that plate is definitely not decaf. As if this isn't enough, a donut fresh out of the fryer has been sneaked in there as well, and it makes itself known. Hearse of Pancakes almost makes me want to be a morning person. Almost.